I have never been much of a traveller, but in 2016 I was given the opportunity to travel to London to take part in the annual story camp, where you get valuable information on blogging and vlogging. I had a brilliant day, i took the two and a half hour journey setting off at 6.30am and arriving at London Kings Cross for 9AM where i then embarked on a 10 minute walk till i eventually found my destination. My dat was filled with meeting new people, exchanging blog ideas and having, for once a genuinley fun time without having to pretend i was enjoying myself. Before i knew it, it was time for me to return to the mundane daily activities of home, this is when i noticed "the problem", Time-to-Change had purchased my train tickets and had booked me on to paticular timed trains, so as i walk back to Kings Cross Station my heart sank when i saw the time on the ticket 7.00pm.
So what was the problem i hear you all ask, the problem was i had a two and a half hour wait, what could little me in big London possibly do to fill the time. The first half hour was fine, i visited the Harry Potter store and watched hundreds of people line up to have their photograph taken with the trolley half sticking out of the wall, jusr as it did in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, I also made a trip to a bench between platform 4 and 5, the location of a scene in the final Harry Potter film where Harry and Dumbledore sit on this bench and have a conversation.
This slowly started to lose my attention so i decided to explore the surrounding area of Kings Cross station, one thing that immediatly came to my attention was just how quickly people in london live their lives, rapidly flitting from one place to another, oblivious to the world around them.
This made me uncomfortable, i had started to become agitated, and to make things worse my body went in to red alert mode as two police officers came marching towards me. They had finally found me out, surely coming to arrest me and put me in a police cell, but they walked past me without even glancing in my direction.
I am not sure whether it was relief of not being arrested or the anxiety that made me look toward the sky, but what i saw had made me wish i had kept my eyes firmly toward the ground. Not realising i was so close to an airport i had no idea that the aircraft would be flying so low, and so as the large mechanical bird came soaring towards me i was sure i was done for, i quickly rushed back inside the train station hoping for some security, i had no way of contacting my loved ones to relay my final farewells as my phone battery had died just as i was sure i was about to.
Before i knew it the airplane had soared out of view and another wave of relief gushed over me as i heard the long awaited announcement that my train was now at platform 15, but in my confussion i decided for some unknown reason to revisit platform 4, and so commenced a swift walk to the other end of the station in time to catch my train home.
All my fears and worries drained away as i took my place in seat 67A on the train bound for Retford.
I have never been much of a traveller, i don't think i ever will be, one thing i do know is..........I AM NOT READY FOR THE BIG CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!